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Song Credit :: "Only You Can Love Me This Way" by Keith Urban [it's a good song go listen to it on youtube!]

Chapter 3 :: Other Soul Mate

POV :: Paul

Very few things have ever made me this tired.

I was tired of seeing her back when I went to check on her, tired of going every day and getting the same answer and tired of the fake kindness she used to get me to leave. God if that was how she felt while dragging me out of my depression over Rachel I don't know how she kept going because I was running out of patience for this…fast. I understood all too well how she felt at losing the man she loved and wanted to spend forever with, and she didn't even have the additional break of being the wolf half of the imprint that I'd had to go through. It was harder on the wolf because we made the actual connection, we bonded ourselves to the person who completed us. Our soul-mates felt the pull toward us but would never understand that feeling of being totally connected to just one person who was their world. When Rae died I was a mess, I took off into the woods and stayed there for months. I'd known though that I had to go back, that I had to stand up on my feet and live again. I hadn't wanted to but if Rachel had seen what I'd become? Well she'd have kicked my pathetic ass up and down the beach and then gone for round two once I was back to normal just to make sure the lesson stuck. I'd loved her, hell I still did but she was gone and life didn't just stop when her heart did. Some days I didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to keep going without her, but I had to.

She was my best friend and now I was just tired of watching her act like this since my best friend laughed in the face of danger and was the glue that held us all together in her own way. But now? Bella had been in her bed now for nearly a month. She'd only come out of her room when dragged into the bathroom by one of the pack so Emily, Crystal, or Leah could help and make sure she bathed. She'd eaten only when brought food and forced to eat, and she'd only seen her daughter for short amounts of time when we couldn't keep Alyssa happy anymore with games and toys and things. Bella needed to snap out of it and come back to us and she needed to do that now. I had no idea how to make her though, with me all she'd have to do is piss me off enough to make me come out of my bed to get rid of her. Maybe the same would work on the woman who'd turned that tactic into an art form basically? Maybe I could provoke a reaction? What was it that I did which annoyed her enough to drag her from the bed she'd buried herself in? Other than my music right now I was having problems thinking of something, so music it was.

Pulling up at her house I walked up to the door and didn't bother knocking, Leah was here right now since Le-Bell's closed every night at seven and today had been a bath day. Calling out a 'hello' I moved into the living room right to the stereo and unzipped the pouch of CD's in my hand. Leah lent against the frame of the door looking at me curiously, her bitch side had reappeared in this past month, without Bella to keep her (heck all of us) in check hell broke loose. I nodded in her general direction and slid two CD's into the player, the first was to annoy, the second was backup just in case annoyance out wasn't enough. Turning up the volume as loud as I could I knew that where Jake had built their house was secluded enough not to disturb anyone with the sound. Hitting play I took a step back as it blared from all corners of the room, seems Jake had hooked up the speaker system for the party we were going to throw for their engagement. The pack had been well aware of his plans, that whole can't hide your thoughts thing was sometimes a curse and other times a good way to plan a party. The discovery of the speakers being hooked up already didn't surprise me, we all had known she'd say yes even if Jake was a little nervous about the asking. I was actually happy he'd hooked them up already, all the better to annoy her with since they'd blast the music at an even louder volume than I'd originally planned on achieving.

Moving past a scowling Leah I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up waiting to see her come storming out to tell me to turn off the music or something…anything. It was rap, she should have moved fast to get it stopped but it seemed she'd play stubborn. "Come on Bella…Don't make me use plan B…" I whispered to myself seeing Leah leave through the front door out of the corner of my eye. She had no appreciation for my rap music either so I figured I was officially on 'Bella Duty' now. I stood there as the song changed twice and waited, hoping she'd give in, but she didn't and now I was left with no choice. Moving to the stereo I took a breath and glanced to the stairs one more time just to be sure the cruelty was warranted before pressing the button to switch the CD. It settled and I pressed the button till it found the song I wanted and then stood there letting it play. It was country, it was cheesy when you read the lyrics, and it was their song. I was going to hell for this and I knew it.

It got me a response though as it blasted through the speakers, "Well, I know there's a reason, And I know there's a rhyme, We were meant to be together, That's why, We can roll with the punches, We can stroll hand in hand, And when I say it's forever, You understand." The shriek from upstairs was all the warning I had before she came flying down the stairs. Not even pausing to be amazed at her lack of falling or tripping, and stopped dead in her tracks her eyes narrowed to dangerous angry slits that made it impossible to actually see them. She lifted her hand finger pointed at me in what could only be a 'damning' way that made me sure I was going to hell as if she were pointing the way. I had a second to remember the phrase 'If looks could kill…' before she spoke, her voice low and dangerously near a growl. "You turn that off right now Paul Anthony Bayaq or so help me god…" I'd only heard her use this tone once before, and I'd prayed then never to be on the receiving end. When I'd seen the absolute terror in not only Jake's eyes but the whole pack's as she addressed Edward that day I truly never wanted to make her that kind of angry at me. I'd promised to avoid it at all costs but here I was facing it with a shit-eating grin, which I have to admit was somewhat forced because I wanted to turn it off and maybe even run away instead of stand there grinning. "Welcome to the land of the living Isabella Swan. Nice to see your legs still work. Hungry? Feel like going for a walk outside? Want to go find a carnival somewhere, eat junk food, and then find a spinning ride to see who gets sick first?"

When in doubt joke, it nearly always covered over the fact that you hadn't thought of the next part of your plan. She took a step forward, eyes still narrowed, as she stood before me in a pair of sleep shorts, a long sleeved top and with her hair a damp mess of tangles. She glanced toward the stereo and took another step as the music carried on while she was clearly planning my death, while waiting for me to give in and turn it off. "And you're always in my heart, You're always on my mind, When it all becomes too much, You're never far behind, And there's no one that comes close to you, Could ever take your place, 'Cause only you can love me this way." The music blasted around us and I jerked forward in an instinctive reaction to catch her as she sank to the floor in front of me, missing by seconds. It was as if all the energy had just drained from her at once leaving her weak and unable to hold herself up anymore. It was painful to see such a strong woman fall like that, she may not see it in herself but she was like a pack-mother or sister or just a guiding light. Bella kept us in line with the help of her minions like Emily, Crystal, and Kim, even Leah did her bidding most days. She was strong when any of us were weak.

She wrapped her arms around herself and, taking mercy while praying for forgiveness, I reached behind me turning off the stereo and filling the house with a sudden deafening silence before I went to kneel down next to her. "Go away Paul…" she whispered her voice broken and shaking with the tears now falling from her eyes to the hardwood floor beneath her. I just shook my head eyes focused on the top of her head not sure what I could do to comfort her right now and a little afraid she'd break if I touched her, "Can't do that Bee, you didn't let me be all depressed and reclusive and I'm not about to let you get away with it. So your options are this…" I took a breath as she made no move to look up or even shift her position at all. "You can get up, and start living again. That's my favorite also known as option one. Option two is I can pick you up, carry you out of here drop you in the middle of the woods and let you learn to live out there like one of us officially, which really probably wouldn't help but I needed a second option." I paused waiting for any reaction out of her at my latest lame joke and still getting none I finished my 'options' for her to consider. "Or my least favorite option is number three, but probably the one you'll pick since you're stubborn like me, is that you keep this up and I keep coming back here with newer and more annoying ways to get you out of that bed till you give up the fight. What's it gonna be Bella?"

Waiting for her response was like waiting for that stupid ball to drop on new years, you could see it barely moving and you were counting but it felt like it was taking Forever. Finally after I glanced at the clock and saw five minutes had passed she put her hands against the floor pushed up so she could sit back on her heels wiping her face though the tears were still falling. Taking a deep breath and opening her broken brown eyes to finally look at me. I was suddenly hit with two painful realizations, first was the shift of the earth around me as if everything were falling apart then reconnecting all in one place, one broken person, Bella Swan. Second was the realization of which choice she picked. "Third one, but good luck since I can be more stubborn than you no matter what day and what situation. Go away now Paul." Her voice was emotionless as it answered me and she got to her feet and headed for the stairs to return to her bed while I knelt there on the floor of the living room in the house she called home with the man who'd imprinted on her before. Shit. How was that possible? Jake had imprinted on her once her heart had healed and she'd finally let herself move on from that damned vampire, I'd imprinted on Jacob's sister Rachel. How could I imprint again? How could it be on her? I needed to get up and go find Sam right now.

I didn't know what was happening, but I knew my heart was lying near dead upstairs while I walked out the door to go find someone who may have a clue. This just couldn't be possible, I'd only come here to drag her out of her depression like she'd done for me. I didn't want this, I didn't want to feel this again, I didn't…I couldn't go through this again. Rachel had been my world and the reason I woke up every morning, she'd been my fucking imprint and now with one look from her broken eyes Bella had claimed the title without even realizing. Sure she'd feel the pull, all imprints did since when you were someone's other half you tended to feel it. But I had already found my other half, and she'd been Jacob's other half. Why was this happening? As I slid behind the wheel I saw Leah go into the house I'd just left, good thing because I just couldn't handle 'Bella Duty' right now. The next second I was out onto the road on my way to find Sam and figure out a way to fix this before Bella realized something was up because as much as it bothered me to deal with this? She would Freak…Bella would not take this well at all.

How do you tell someone that you were their other soul mate?

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